Broken ankle. Fallen Show, Tom's eyelashes...

Broken ankle update: today I was able to ride my stationary bicycle for 15 minutes, which was very exciting! My injured leg has shrunk and now I have a "thigh gap" which is not a desirable attribute - the cats keep falling into it. I want my beefy muscular legs back.

Michael's show "Impastor" has been cancelled, which wrecked me. Tears were shed. (Granted, I'm more emo than usual this year but it just feels like 2016 has no good news to offer.) I loved this show, as funny and sweet and hyperactive as a Labrador retriever puppy, and a perfect vehicle for Michael. This gentleman eloquently sums up our collective loss:

Anyway, Michael had his usual Christmas party with friends...

Tom usually attends Michael's party but he's taken his pretty face to New Zealand (and is still selling his charity shirts to raise money for St Jude's Hospital, bless.)